The other three, in order to end the game as quickly as possible, all used their own explosives. Song Shi'an squatted alone on the hillside, listening to the three explosions, and stood there bewildered in the wind for a long time.
Where's the sportsmanship?! I'm reporting you, you hear me?!
He cursed and swore his way to the top three, only to be ambushed by a Voldemort player in the end.
After it was over, he shoved his phone under his pillow and kept complaining about his three unreliable teammates in his dreams.
The next morning, Song Shi'an was fast asleep, curled up in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar.
After the car came to a stop, he groggily poked half his head out, his eyes still closed, and asked in a muffled voice, "Have we arrived?"
Lin Fan opened the car door. "Yes, buddy, Brother Yao should be waiting for you upstairs."
Song Shi'an rubbed his eyes, his face still buried in the blanket. "Where am I?"
A head suddenly appeared outside the car window. " Stars Entertainment Headquarters."
Song Shi'an was so startled that he jumped up and grabbed a pillow from the side and threw it at him.
Lin Fan caught the pillow and said innocently, "Brother, why did you hit me?"
"You're lucky I didn't kill you!" Song Shi'an patted his chest, his heart pounding.
He got out of the car, looked up at the headquarters building of Stars Entertainment, which was incredibly impressive.
It's comparable to the headquarters of Rui'an Technology that he visited before. What difference does it make if there's one more rich person in the world?
Just as he was about to go inside with Lin Fan, a deep engine roar came from behind him, and a silver-gray sports car came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.
Shen Lingshu, wearing sunglasses, got out of the car and stopped beside Song Shi'an: "What are you standing there for? Come upstairs."
Song Shi'an couldn't help but glance at the sports car again; it was really cool.
It seems like Shen Lingshu drives a different car every time; I'm tired of just saying I envy her.
Lin Fan followed Song Shi'an and Shen Lingshu all the way to the conference room on the 26th floor.
As soon as the door opened, Song Shi'an saw that the room was full of people, with unfamiliar faces on both sides of the long conference table.
Shen Lingshu walked straight to the head of the table and sat down, casually placing her sunglasses on the table.
Song Shi'an nodded politely to everyone, then chose a seat on the far side so he could slip away as soon as it was over.
Shen Lingshu looked around and said, "Now that everyone's here, let's begin."
A middle-aged man stood up, holding a stack of documents, and adjusted his glasses. "I am Lü Hang, the screenwriter of this film. ' Fiction ' is a script that our team has been polishing for five years. Thank you President Shen, for your support and investment, and thank you to all the teachers for your participation."
For the next two hours, Song Shi'an listened as Lü Hang explained the entire script's world-building, character settings, and plot, leaving his mind buzzing.
When the script for the character was handed to him, he never expected that he would be given such an important role.
Although his role wasn't large, it was integral to the entire series, and he played a character with a dual personality.
A dazzling figure skater and a melancholic, reclusive novelist, switching back and forth between two extremes, the whole plot is mind-bending and fantastical, and there's also a big boss.
Song Shi'an stared at the script for a long time, opened his mouth as if to ask if he could change roles, Shen Lingshu's gaze swept over him precisely, her eyes as cold as knives.
He swallowed the words that were about to come out and forced a harmless smile at her.
As soon as the meeting ended, Song Shi'an was about to leave when he heard Shen Lingshu's voice from the head of the table. " Song Shi'an, stay for a moment."
He abruptly pulled back the leg he had just stepped out, and turned around to see Lin Fan giving him a look that wished him good luck.
Song Shi'an walked back to Shen Lingshu with a smile, "Is there anything else, President Shen?"
Shen Lingshu casually tossed the things in her hand onto the table, making a crisp clinking sound, "Take it and open it."
Song Shi'an looked closely, he almost popped his eyes out.
Isn't that the key to the silver-gray sports car that was just parked downstairs?
He looked up at Shen Lingshu in disbelief, pointing to the tip of his nose. "For... for me?"
Shen Lingshu stood up, put her sunglasses back on, and as she passed him, she casually remarked, "If you don't want it, give it to someone else."
Song Shi'an strode forward, grabbed the keys from the table, hugged them to his chest, and said with a grin, "Yes! Thank you, President Shen! President Shen so generous!"
Shen Lingshu curled her lips into a smile, her face hidden behind sunglasses, and strode out of the conference room.
Song Shi'an held the car keys and studied them for a long time, turning them over and over, liking them more and more each time he looked at them.
When Lin Fan leaned closer, he looked up with a worried expression and said, "Even if you gave me this car, I wouldn't know how to drive it! No way! I'll have to learn after the next movie is finished!"
Lin Fan immediately raised his hand. "Bro! I can drive! I'll take you for a ride!"
An hour later, Song Shi'an sat in the passenger seat, gripping the seatbelt tightly and looking at the road ahead.
Lin Fan held the steering wheel with his left hand and shifted gears with his right. He floored the accelerator, and the sports car's engine roared as the car shot forward.
He steered the wheel with steady precision, navigating three increasingly sharp turns in succession.
The car body drew a beautiful arc along the ground, overtaking one vehicle after another, weaving through traffic like a fish in water.
Song Shi'an's heart pounded as the car sped up, his body pressed against the back of the seat, all he could hear was the wind whistling past his ears, and everything in his vision was rushing past him.
The car stopped in front of a private kitchen. Lin Fan put it in reverse and parked it smoothly. He then turned to look at Song Shi'an.
Song Shi'an unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned back in his seat for a while to catch his breath, his heart still pounding, then turned to Lin Fan and gave him a thumbs up. "Awesome!"
The two sat at the dining table, and the waiter brought out a table full of dishes. Song Shi'an picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and looked up at Lin Fan: " Lin Fan, where did you learn this cooking technique?"
Lin Fan paused, his chopsticks stilled, and his smile froze, "Hahaha... I had a teacher I followed before who liked to drive, so I learned a bit from him..."
Song Shi'an squinted at him suspiciously.
Lin Fan quickly picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl. "Brother, you should try it. The fish here is great, it's delicious."
Song Shi'an looked down at the snow-white fish in the bowl. The aroma wafted into his nose, whetting his appetite and temporarily putting his earlier doubts aside.
The two devoured all the dishes on the table in a whirlwind.
Back at the villa that evening, Song Shi'an took a shower and prepared to play a game before bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the script on the bedside table and reached for it.
I initially thought it was a modern suspense film, but I discovered there were fantasy elements later on.
What is real and what is fake? And how can we know if the world we live in is real and not Fiction?
At first, he was completely confused, and everyone seemed like the murderer. But by the end, he felt a chill run down his spine.
A series of bizarre coincidences, unsolved murders, and strange accidents occur one after another.
All the clues vaguely point to Su Fan, the character he played, but is that really the case...?